Shyly looking down to some bright bokeh evening lights. Just don’t tell anyone it’s f/3.2, okay? I’ve got a reputation to maintain. This used ‘When the hurly-burly’s done’ with a few tweaks and a red tint. Download from the harold.lloyd presets tab up yonder.

As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharged with burden of mine own love’s might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.

Rushed. Rly. On a Sunday morning of all things. Isn’t right. Not at all.

This had a preset applied a while back (‘When the hurly-burly’s done’, available for free download) but then I tweaked and tweaked. Lowering the vibrance was what really did it. Quite like it now. Could be better, but okay for the moment. There may be more. Later. Rly. Note the ‘may’.